Emile Pinet Poet Quatern

A Ubiquitous Word

Love is a ubiquitous word:
that's lost its oomph along the way.
A colloquialism for, like:
it has become a filler word.

On the Internet and Facebook:
love is a ubiquitous word.
Any attached sentiment slips
into redundancy with use.

It is over-commercialized:
unattached from reality.
Love is a ubiquitous word,
yet time has warped its true meaning.

I want to express my feelings
and tell you what is in my heart.
But how do I voice such thoughts when
love is a ubiquitous word?

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Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 9:36 AM It is amazing how words change from decade to decade, bantered about and breathed differently by a variety of generations. I still believe love means much, and use it liberally, Emile, as some have been raised without it, and must hear it thousands of time to actually hear it at all. Nice one, my friend. Lovely as usual. Emile Pinet March 20, 2019 at 2:04 PM Thanks Caren, you're a loyal and special friend, Emile.